Tuesday, 13 December 2016

Something I need to share. To remind myself. To remind people around me.

I just need to voice this out.

I wouldn't call this as 'rules'. May be 'principle' i guess.

For those who unfortunately ended up in my car,

1. Do not, I repeat, NEVER throw rubbish out of my car. There is usually a small rubbish bin in the car for you, but if there isn't any, find one. Or you could just hang on to it till we reach out destination and you find an actual bin. Or else, I'm totally fine with you leaving it on the floor of the car. I don't care. Just. Not. Out. The. Window. On. The. Road.

I absolutely cannot tolerate such behaviour. The world is not your dumpster.

2. This is menial to some. But as people say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Well, this applies to MY CAR as well. It's MY car, I drive it the way i drive. If you don't like it, just keep your mouth shut, and take an UBER. I'll gladly request one for you. Do not attempt to give me mixed signals, and then proceed to scream at me for not driving YOUR way. In other words, do not interrupt me.

I am pretty sure I was driving 'safely' in your terms, but you are the one who suggested I could cut the car in front of me. Damn, then don't scream at me if you have already given me the green light to go fast.

3. NEVER proceed to lecture the hell out of me when I'm driving. I am a cancerian. I am emotional. When the emotional thing hits me, I cant fucking control myself. The world outside is already very stressful. Do not add to that. Thank you.

In Life,

1. Do not tell me, "The world doesn't revolves around you." I know that very well. So my question to you is, "So does the world revolves around you then?".

Then just stfu. I am not interested in your useless opinion.

2. If you do not know me, do not even try to judge me. Damn, I am not your puppet. I am not the person you imagine i am. I am not going to live the world according to your sick mentality. I wish to be friends with you, but if we are so different, it cant be helped.

Wednesday, 3 August 2016

i needed a place to rant. logged in again to my dayre, thinking that there will not be so many active people. but what's the point. this blog has been with me since 2004. unless you are my friend from yesteryears, or you are one heck of a stalker, you will not be able to find me. well, if you did found me here, congrats to you. let me know and we'll go for ice cream. many years has passed since i started pouring my immature childish nonsense thoughts here. nothing has changed though. i may have grew older, but i dont think i am no longer immature, childish or nonsense. i am still, but maybe much lesser. heh. my personal facebook is not a place where i can rant anymore. colleagues, agents, teachers, bosses are all in there. i went against my own principle of NOT adding these people in. but me being me, i never have a stand. anyway, i am glad they are in there. it just limits what i can do or say in there. my hands and mind have been itching to write. anyway. whatever.- - - - - - -on another story...yesterday i found out that you were already together with someone else wayyy before you decided to push me side and treat me like trash. i guess this was the same person you were going after. who decided to push you aside as well. well finding out stuff like this did hurt me, abit, i should cry, i should mourn over the loss of you (done that long time ago) but deep down i know that you are not worth it. i knew it long ago. i just created this 'fantasy' world and hope things will eventually work out between us. you said you're not ready. fuck it, then why are you ready for that one? you could have tell it straight to my face, you're already together with someone. it will break apart the fantasy land but that would be better than you and me lying to me. am i a back-up player? in case you and her didnt work out, then i am here for you. please. i have wasted enough time. actually deep deep deep down i kind of know. i know you are not here anymore. thus the meetup i insisted on having. at least i need to know who is the person i spent so much time talking to, before we drift apart. i only blame myself for being stupid. i only blame myself for falling too fast.i only blame myself for being so stupid. i only blame myself for being so blind. i only blame myself for being so 'desperate' for love. now that i finally found a closure for you. which leads me to wonder. why isit so difficult for me to find someone. anyone. people kept telling me to lower my requirement. i actually dont require much, just for someone i can talk to, someone who will be here with me, someone who makes me laugh at the most horrible times. they are also the same people who tells me to just wait and god will have a plan, there is timing for everyone. like, when will my time be? is there something wrong with me? am i so horrible that no one will actually love me? am i so disgusting that no one will even like me, except for my family and few friends? what am i doing wrong? like, what's wrong with me? these negative thoughts is killing me bit by bit. i am strong and still surviving, but.. yeah. hmm.

**To understand the situation I am in right now, I work 7 days a week. Occasional breaks here and there (So nice have break still want to complain?). Wait lah, one day break in few months. You call it a break? Monday to Sunday, everyday. You say jialat or not?***

Damn, I am fucking depressed right now. Who the hell wakes up so early on a weekend? Or on Sunday morning. If you're going to a church then yes, you have to wake up and go. Willingly.

But work? Damn.

There's a thin line between willing and being forced to.

This morning, even my parents who are usually the FIRST persons to wake up in the morning is still asleep. EVEN the dog, who wakes up earlier than me, is STILL ASLEEP. Even the dog didn't bother to wake up.

What breaks my heart was all the small little things that are mundane, but those are the little important things.

My grandparents, who are already very old. I am not spending any time with them. Even IF i get to go home, it was to sleep. ALL I could do is just to sleep. Because that's how tired I am. Physically, emotionally, mentally.

My parents, they are trying new things, exploring new places, WITHOUT ME. I used to be the one that says, "Let's go here", "Let's go there". But now, they will be telling me, "We went to this place last week, its nice. Maybe you should go too, when you're free." Damn. I am NEVER free.

My social life, is 'dead-er' than dead. Even if I am free, I am just too tired to meet anyone. I choose to just go home and sleep.

For a company that claims that they preach on "WORK-LIFE BALANCE", I'm sorry, you can all go and syok-sendiri with your Work-Life Balance philosophy. It just doesn't exist in this step-child office.

And to think that for all the sacrifices I have made (my time, my energy, my family, my friends, myself, everything), and the pay I am getting are just PEANUTS.

Why do I wake up so early this morning? It's my sense of responsibility, not for the tiny claim that I can make.

I am seriously tired of all this shits. Yes, I can do something. Quit. Maybe, soon.

Sigh.

Saw this quote on Facebook. Very relevant to the situation I am in.

"Clients do not come first. Employees come first. If you take care of your employees, they will take care of the clients. Richard Branson"

Wednesday, 2 December 2015

is this the life i want to live? why am i torturing myself like this? there must be a better way for selfharm.

i am so tired. tired with every single piece of shits, tired of everyone, tired of every single fucking thing. im so tired of the world. i need to take a break. i need to be away from people, from all the energy draining stuff and be alone. to have time for myself, that would be an impossible dream.

there if no where to go, even if i can get a break.

not like i get the luxury of having a break.

there is no such luxury. there will be no fucking time for yourself. not to mention time for family, friends..

im so tired that i get depressed. i need time to cry, but i cant find time. all these pent up emotions. this is no fun at all. i dont even have time to get depressed fml.

what the fuck am i doing.

"public holidays are given and its a right for everyone. why do we need to earn it?"

i cant think straight now.

why do i feel like im suffocating? to the point that i cant breathe. why do things have to be so complicaated. damnnnnn